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The firstlings of my hand. And even now,
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:
The castle of Macduff I will surprise,
Seize upon Fife, give to the edge o’the sword [150]

His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
That trace him in his line. No boasting, like a fool;
This deed I’ll do before this purpose cool.
But no more sights! − Where are these gentlemen?

Come, bring me where they are.
Exeunt.

Scene II IT

Enter Macduff’s Wife, her Son, and Ross.

WIFE

What had he done to make him fly the land?

ROSS
You must have patience, madam.

WIFE
He had none.
His flight was madness; when our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.

ROSS
You know not

Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.

WIFE
Wisdom! To leave his wife, to leave his babes,
His mansion and his titles, in a place
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not.

He wants the natural touch; for the poor wren,
The most diminutive of birds, will fight, [10]
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.